Talk is cheap, lord, and yours has grown cheaper by the hour.
Bargain basement. A flea market vending other people’s junk.
But I won’t let you keep me on souvenirs and garage sale glories.
I want to know. What have you done for me lately?
Send me a sign, a compass, a silver Corvette, anything,
lord, even an unreadable, inscrutable boy will do. I need you.